Saturday in Midlothian is sunny. I have to drive W to the hospice for drugs to be administered, but W's well enough to suggest a combined trip to the garden centre I've been mithering on about getting to."Hospice" and "garden centre" as a trip is not designed to delight the cherub, but, hey, we've got him and old Jock dog in tow too.So it's sunny, and W is well enough to walk around the garden centre with us. We stock up on border plants to fill up the hanging baskets, a fuschia to fill up the gap under the front window. At least ten minutes are taken up deciding on a colour scheme for spring bulbs. This spring we'll have a riot of pink, purple and white. And daffodils and tulips by March.

Hey - look, we're having a family day out. And it's fine. Even if W isn't going to see the daffodils. Sometimes you just enjoy it while it's there.

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Welcome to the car crash...

I have a complicated bereavement. I was only reconciled with my ex, W, months before he died of cancer. Luckily (for him) I was made redundant and able to care for him while he died here at home - October 20th.Currently getting through it with our son, aka the Cherub, dog Ned, and friends here in CHEESETOWN.